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Christian

Here I take a chance A chance to say what I am To not be judged but to be heard A place I know my voice will rise I am a christian It means something different to everyone Some is bad other are good and some don't care But this is what a Christian is to me I like to think of myself as a new generation Christian What is this you may ask Well let me tell you It's someone who loves everyone But isn't that what we are supposed to do you ask I say it is but others say they do They do but they say to hate those who are in same sex relations or are transgender I'm not saying it is all No not all indeed but some But I love everyone I believe that you should be who you want to embrace who you are To shine through the crap people throw your way Every life is precious but I believe you should have a choice if you want an abortion which I'm told is wrong I'm for gay marriage because you love who you love and what I say won't change your mind But does this not make me a Christian Because to me the only things that matter about being a Christian are believing that Jesus is the son of God and that he died for everyone and rose again And that you should love the sinner and hate the sin. Everything else just muddies the water So I am Christian but I'm a new generation.
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Jan 28, 2017
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Sorry it's long but it's what I needed to say.

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